‘He’d tell me who to be friends with, what I could wear’ ‘Each flick of the lighter made me quiver with fright’ Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside and froze. The place looked different. Furniture had been switched around, ornaments moved, chairs dragged to different positions...
‘Not again,’ I sighed, annoyed.
This was my husband George’s doing.
‘You’ve been gone ages!’ he raged.
‘I’m sorry,’ I replied. ‘There was a queue at the supermarket.’
I’d only been gone half an hour, but George wasn’t happy about it.
He didn’t like me going out without him. And on the rare occasions I did, he’d time me.
If I was too long, he’d make a huge mess of the house and change things around.
In a ridiculous way, he thought…
